Mock me

I am finally realizing that I’m glad that the birth family wants nothing to do with me...it’s not that it’s me that they want nothing to do with. It’s because they are really bad people. Sadly some of them are good but they don’t know about me. The ones that do know about me have made it perfectly clear how two sided they are. They talk the talk but refuse to walk the walk.

This is mostly about my sister who seems to think that she is a caring person and that she can help people that are suicidal. She really doesn’t get it and she refuses to learn about suicide obviously. I reached out to her for help and she shut me out.